monalisa

i offer the pouring rain to you
and a bottle of mineral water
the choice is yours i say
you refuse both
and contemplate
whether to hold my hand 
or burn the trash
both are the same you say
i smile
and tell you
anyways its not humanly possible
to love anymore
(trying to over stretch
has always been your bad habit !)
you light your cigar
i again offer the pouring rain 
and a bottle of mineral water